More nerd-ish costumes

Apparently, Velma is a REALLY POPULAR FETISH that some people have.

The response to my post has been swift and arousing.

Who knew that a nerdy little brunette in glasses could have SO MUCH APPEAL?

I thought I was the only one.

So, in no particular order, here are some other cosplay ideas that have been bouncing around in my brain.

Sarah from Labyrinth:

I’ve discovered quinceańera dresses are quite suitable for this.

Claudia from Interview with the Vampire:

Please allow me to introduce myself. . .

I love this costume:

Sexy Stormtrooper.

Only because I saw Blackheart Burlesque put on a show that made my jaw drop.

Gotta love any costume that begins with a bodysuit:

Snow White.

Personally I love a Steampunk Snow White:

But that’s just me.

I also have a thing for Mary Poppins, Merida, Madeline and a BIG THING for Marie Antoinette (we share the same birthday), but that’s a MUCH larger post for the future.

Anything you’d like to see?

Crime scene sex

In my life, I’ve met men who were squeamish about period sex and men who really could care less.

Personally, I’m in favor of it.

Especially in long term relationships.

I dislike it when it’s my first time with someone, or when things are still “new.”

I don’t think it’s dirty, per se.

I think it’s messy.

So you can imagine I was LESS THAN THRILLED when Aunt Flow arrived just in time for my date with Duncan’s Hero.

The best laid plans, eh?


Oh God!

Talk about intimidating.

So I did what any woman afraid of white sheets would do.

We had a one-sided romp.

Afterwards, he admitted to not being the least bit bothered by period sex.

Just an FYI for me, of course.

In fact, he actually told me about the time he had, as he put it, “CRIME SCENE SEX.”

I didn’t know there was a term for it, but apparently there is.

Just so you know, I’m not into crime scene sex.

Why make a big mess even bigger, I ask you?

But for what it’s worth, this one-sided shit isn’t exactly satisfying.


I’ve been wanting to do a Scooby Doo costume for FOREVER.

Not a Daphne costume, but a VELMA costume.

Velma’s hot in a sort of brainy-meets-skater-chick kinda way.

I’ve loved her forever.

My Velma costume is atypical, however.

You see, I don’t just want to be Velma in an orange sweater and skirt.

Oh no!

I want to be LATEX VELMA.

That’s right!

I want to get all decked out in an orange latex shirt and shirt and channel my inner nerd.

I found Kitalyst on etsy and I’m posting this here because they have an AMAZING LATEX VELMA costume for $160 and in non-standard sizes.

Color me happy!

And since I now have a local friend I can impress with my costumes (hello ROLEPLAY) I’m hoping he harbors an inner Velma fetish and will enjoy the costume as much as I do.


It’s the most wonderful time of the year

It’s my favorite time of year.

The time when I get to pick out presents for my loved ones and show them how much they mean to me.

This year, I’m focusing on my nephews – or The Littles as I call them.

Because my brother and I each had two sets of boys.

Mine are the BIG boys and his are the LITTLE boys.

Hence, The Littles.

It’s an easy way to distinguish between them when we’re discussing “the boys.”

This year, for Christmas I purchased two sets of white cotton pajamas.

Boring, plain old cotton pajamas.

Then I got a tie dye set from Amazon so that The Little can MAKE THEIR OWN PJS!

They love tie dye and I think they’ll enjoy working with all the colors to make something unique and handmade.

Every year, I always get them a personalized ornament with their names and the year and THEIR HALLOWEEN COSTUME.

My oldest nephew was the grim reaper:

My youngest nephew was a zombie from Minecraft:

It’s not easy finding their costume every year on an ornament.

Last year, my youngest nephew was Venom.

I had to commission a Venom ornament from etsy to complete his gift.

This year, I’m also getting something different – a ten inch “layer cake” of white fabric and fabric pens.

I noticed that both boys are really artistic and I thought wouldn’t it make a great gift for their mom (my best friend from 5th grade – yes, my brother married my best friend) to have them design fabric squares over the next few months that I can then make into a quilt for her?

I sure am crafty when it comes to presents and I hope The Littles enjoy what they get.

Harder than Chinese algebra

I’m not a huge fan of long hair on men.

It’s why Nadine and I make SUCH GOOD WINGMEN for each other.

I like the clean-cut, bearded ones.

She’s like the long-haired, baby-faced ones.

I’ll take Bruce Willis and Joe Manganiello over Ryan Gosling and Jared Leto any day.

BUT. . .


Jason Momoa.

Damn baby!

Mama ain’t gonna kick you out of bed for eating crackers!

You know he and Lisa Bonet are having some HOT SEX!

I want their sex life!

The other man I swoon over is Brock O’Hurn.

You probably haven’t heard of him but he’s a model on Instagram as well as an actor on the rise.

He looks like he was ripped straight off the cover of a romance novel.

And speaking of RIPPED, have you ever seen such a chest in ALL YOUR LIFE?!

He’s harder than Chinese algebra!

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Date #2 with Duncan’s Hero is coming up.

You remember the air national guardsman who my son was so impressed with?

Yes, we’re “going out’ on Date #2.

I used the phrase “going out” loosely because in actuality we’re probably going to eat at his place.

So it’s kinda like eating in.

The WHOLE reason why I’m even going on this date is because The Photographer convinced me to text Duncan’s Hero long after I’d given up hope of ever hearing from him again.

I got an immediate and swift response asking me “out.”

Some of you might say, “Well hey!  He’s probably expecting something.”

To which I say, “Please?”

No really, I say, “So what?! We’re adults!  He lives 2 miles from my house.  Now that’s a convenient booty call!”

He’d be my NEIGHBOR if he was any closer!

Australia Quilt

My whole life I’ve dreamed of going to Australia.

I have a small obsession with it.

It’s a beautiful country with amazing wildlife and I can’t wait to see my first kangaroo out in the wild when I go there.

I can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to see something so foreign just out and about, like it’s no big deal.

It’s a kangaroo!

My friend Michelle and her husband took a trip to Australia and I was so envious of them making that trip.

They’re global adventurers to say the least.

I was right there after their trip, asking questions.

What did they do?

Where did they go?

What did they see?

Someday my sister and I will take a trip to Australia and I will get to experience firsthand what my friend and her husband got to enjoy.

All the diversity of life and the people of Australia.

In keeping with my passion for quilting, I’ve started to work on my Australia quilt.

Now, remember I make quilts for other people so making a quilt for myself is a rare occurrence.

The last time I made a quilt for myself was about 8 years ago – a beautiful pinwheel quilt very similar to this one:

I’ve decided I’m going to make myself an Australia quilt and I’ve selected the perfect wildlife fabrics from Spoonflower (naturally) to make this quilt:

I like this pattern for the quilt because it allows you to focus on the fabric design.

It’s called Craftsman by Amy Smart:

And because I want to surround my quilt with a beautiful border and binding, I’ve selected this wonderful ocean wildlife fabric for the border and geometric waves fabric for the binding:

Should make a GORGEOUS quilt no?

Almost as gorgeous as all the critters, small and large, who make up the fabrics I’m using!

Only in my dreams

I had a dream the other night that I was interested in a man.

I have no idea who this man is, but the best part of the dream was that HE WAS INTERESTED IN ME TOO.

As in RECIPROCAL INTEREST, not just unrequited love.

Which is what I seem to experience the most of these days.

I recall slowly waking up and trying to FORCE myself back into my dream, it was so nice and lovely.

Of course as things go, I wound up waking up all the way and the dream was gone.

But that feeling of “OMG, someone LIKES me” lingered.

And I felt suddenly blissfully happy and content lying in bed.

It seems odd, given that yesterday was National Singles Day, for me to be so completely enthralled with a dream of love.

There’s no doubt that I am pretty content with the single life I’m living now.

But for a bit of a reprieve, I’ll take the dream and daydream that there’s someone out there for me, anxious to meet me too.

I may be happily single, because I’m very pragmatic about dating.

But it sure would be nice to meet someone special.

Even if it’s only in my dreams.


Recently, I started watching “Crikey, It’s the Irwins” on Animal Planet and I have mixed feelings about it.

They intersperse new footage of Terri, Robert and Bindi doing their thing at Australia Zoo with relevant old footage of Steve Irwin doing his thing years ago.

It’s bittersweet, that’s for sure.

Every time I hear Steve’s voice and see him on tv – his larger than life personality, his charming Australian accent, his overflowing enthusiasm for all things wildlife – I’m reminded of how much the world needs him in it, and how very much I miss him.

It may sound strange, coming from a middle-aged administrator living in California, some 7,000+ miles from Australia Zoo.

I live in a completely different world than Steve Irwin.

But 20 years ago when my kids were newborns, there were few choices of what to watch on tv at 2 am, 3 am, or 4 am in the morning as far as quality entertainment goes.

Back then, Animal Planet ran episodes of The Crocodile Hunter late into the night and I found myself up at night with my newborns, watching the adventures of Steve Irwin.

And let me tell you, he was as good as it gets.

This was back before the days of on demand TV when you could only watch what was on the tv or what you’d recorded to video.

Yes, video.

I closely associate Steve Irwin with the infancies of my kids and to hear his voice or see him on tv transports me back to those days when I was a young exhausted mother, struggling to get my kids to sleep so that I could go back to sleep myself.

Steve was so good at entertaining me, I often waited for the episode to complete, even after my kids were asleep, so that I could see the conclusion of the episode.

That’s how good he was.

I’m thrilled of course to see Terri still doing her thing for wildlife conservation and it warms my heart to see Steve and Terri’s two kids, Bindi and Robert joining forces with their mother.

They have the same light that their father had.

So of course it’s nice to see Steve living on in the faces and the enthusiasm and passion his children have for wildlife.

But I still miss Steve.

Rainbow baby

The road to parenthood has not been an easy ride for me.

From the beginning I struggled with fertility issues.

Granted, I was 25 years old when I started trying and I had years ahead of me to be successful in my quest to have children, but the steps there were filled with fertility treatments and unfortunately, pregnancy loss.

I admire women who get pregnant and just assume everything will be okay.

After my first loss – a stillbirth at 22 weeks – I never took my pregnancy for granted again.

I stressed and worried and bothered my OBGYN in ways you can’t even begin to imagine, insisting on extra ultrasounds and additional testing to be sure that everything was okay.

No amount of reassurance could convince me otherwise.

I have been pregnant six times but only have two living children.

My first pregnancy ended in stillbirth when it was discovered that my son Douglas had a large tumor growing off the base of his spine – a sacrococcogeal teratoma.

Google it if you want to see what it looks like, but be forewarned, it’s not pretty.

It’s called a “monster-making” tumor for a reason.

Douglas was born still on September 22, 1998.

He was perfect in every way except for a giant tumor on which his little legs rested.

To add insult to injury, Douglas’ body was thrown out with the hospital laundry by accident so it took a few extra days to recover him, cremate him, and hold a memorial for him.

Not all my family was supportive.

My mother-in-law didn’t even bother to attend the memorial.

After Douglas, I lost three babies between 8 and 12 weeks.

I also lost a little girl named Ruby at 16 weeks.

She was physically perfect and genetically nothing was wrong with her chromosomes.

It’s just one of those things that happens, I was told.

Recently, another loved one’s loss has brought all these feeling bubbling to the surface again and it was with tears in my eyes that I embraced her, knowing that she’s reluctantly joined the same club I joined all those years ago when I lost Douglas.

The club for women who will never be able to sail through a pregnancy like women who haven’t experienced a loss.

Worst club in the world, if you ask me.

But we’re there for each other.

There are meet ups for pregnant women who are pregnant again after a loss.

And they call subsequent babies “rainbow” babies to signify how even after a loss, something beautiful can be created.

My love to you.

You know who you are.